TRUST HIM NOT

I have never put my trust into someone I didn’t know. Not saying that was what I was doing with the man in front of me, but I wondered if I played along, how long I would be here before he let me go. If he let me go. I had eventually put on his coat to hide my naked body. Shifting was like being reborn.

There would be pieces of skin that had rolled up into small balls here and there. There was also a light pink fluid that I discovered was blood. I was completely bare.

I had once seen a television show that showed what birth was like. This is what a baby looks like, but instead of the small limbs and baby face, I was an adult. I crossed my legs and arms, sitting in the chair that I was before, staring at him. My kidnapper stared back at me, as if he were waiting for me to tell him where and how to begin. It made me think he was not the man in charge, like he was waiting for directions. He stood over me, long arms resting on his side. “You can call me Will.” That’s how he started, jus